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In the Academy of Literature.

When the disciples heard Ye Daosheng say that he wanted to give it a try, they immediately started to make a noise. Someone whispered, "We have been practicing in the Academy for several years, but we are unable to generate literary energy. Today is the first time that Prince Ning has come to the Academy, and he wants to try to condense literary energy."

He probably doesn't even know the formula.

Yun Canglan pulled at the corner of Ye Daosheng's clothes and said, "Your Highness, you have never practiced Confucianism before, so it is impossible for you to cultivate literary energy."

"Your Highness, don't worry, Canglan will teach you after class."

Ye Daosheng lowered his head and smiled, "I just want to give it a try. It's okay if it doesn't work."

A ball of purple air suddenly appeared in his mind earlier. Ye Daosheng guessed that it should be the Haoran literary energy, but he wanted to know what that ball of purple air was.

Besides this, there is another important reason, that is, he wants to show off... No, he wants to stand out, so that he will have the opportunity to represent the College of Arts in the competition among the four major colleges in the fall.

Ru Haoran looked at Ye Daosheng in confusion, "Have you ever practiced Confucianism, Your Highness?"

Ye Daosheng shook his head, "No."

Ru Haoran smiled and said, "Since you have never practiced Confucianism, don't try it. When Your Highness masters the Confucian and Taoist methods, you will naturally develop literary energy."

What he said was already very tactful, mainly because he didn't want Ye Daosheng to embarrass himself in front of his disciples. Without spiritual roots and unable to nurture the spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, he was afraid that Ye Daosheng would be hit.

Ye Daosheng nodded and slowly raised his arm, following Yun Canglan's example, with his palm facing up. When the disciples saw this, they all laughed out loud.

They simply did not believe that Ye Daosheng could give birth to Confucian and Taoist literary spirit.

next moment.

A ball of purple aura appeared in Ye Daosheng's palm, like an elf dancing in his hand, magnificent and beautiful.

Ru Haoran saw the purple energy in Ye Daosheng's hand, and his expression suddenly changed, "This...what is this?"

He walked towards Ye Daosheng quickly, "Your Highness, quickly collect the purple energy."

Ye Daosheng's mind moved, and the purple air in his palm disappeared, "Master, do I have the talent to practice the Way of Literature?"

The Confucian Taoist did not answer directly, his eyes swept across the disciples in the hall, "You practice on your own, Your Highness, you follow me."

Ye Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and followed Ru Haoran out of the literary academy in confusion, "Master, where are we going, what is that purple air, what is the problem?"

Ru Haoran frowned and shook his head, saying, "Your Highness, follow me. Someone will answer your questions in a moment."

The two figures appeared at the back of the academy. Ru Haoran bowed and said, "I am Ru Haoran from the Academy of Literature, and I would like to see you, sir."

"come in!"

A voice came from the reeds.

"This voice sounds familiar!" Ye Daosheng looked towards the reed, "Master, is that Mr. Sansheng in there?"

"Exactly."

They moved into the reeds, and Ru Haoran bowed again. Mr. Sansheng looked up and motioned for Ru Haoran to take a seat, "Your Highness is here too."

"Daosheng, meet you, sir."

"Your Highness, please don't be so polite. Please sit down!"

Mr. Sansheng was nominally the Qin Emperor's master, so Ye Daosheng was naturally polite when he saw him. Even though he was a prince, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

"What is the matter that Master brought His Highness to Caolu?"

Ru Haoran turned to look at Ye Daosheng, "Your Highness, show your purple energy to the master."

Ye Changsheng raised his hand to release the purple air. Ru Haoran on the side said, "Sir, do you know what the purple air is?"

Mr. Sansheng stood up suddenly, came to Ye Daosheng, and carefully looked at the purple energy in his palm, his eyes full of shock, "Innate purple energy, the most holy of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Your Highness is a natural born Confucian and Taoist genius, possessing innate purple energy. Your Highness's future achievements are bound to surpass those of the Sage of Literature, Taoism and Heavenly Confucianism."

At this point, he paused and continued, "Dao Tianru once said that those who possess innate purple energy can become Confucian gods. He was able to enter the Dao and become a Confucian saint because he obtained a ray of acquired purple energy by chance."

"The acquired purple energy is incomparable to the innate purple energy."

Ru Haoran was extremely shocked, staring at the purple energy in Ye Daosheng's hand in disbelief, "It is indeed the innate purple energy, it is indeed..."

"Your Highness is gifted with unparalleled talent. So what if you cannot practice martial arts? As a Confucian saint, you are still invincible in the world."

For a moment, both of them looked at Ye Daosheng excitedly. It was true that if God closes a window for you, he will definitely open a back door for you.

Mr. Sansheng looked solemn, "Master, the fact that Your Highness possesses the innate purple energy must not be known to a third person. Once the news leaks out, it will bring disaster to Your Highness."

Ru Haoran nodded, "Don't worry, sir. I'm very tight-lipped and won't let anyone else know."

Mr. Sansheng added: "His Highness is extremely gifted. You must teach him with all your heart and not slack off in the slightest."

He looked at Ye Daosheng again, "Your Highness, you have innate purple energy, you can cultivate the Confucianism of the Nine Provinces. As long as Your Highness studies, you can gain the Confucianism and Taoism spirit, shape the Confucianism and Taoism Dharma, and wield the Confucianism and Taoism righteousness in Fang Qiongjian to kill all the evil spirits in the world."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ru Haoran, thinking, "Three months later, the four major colleges will compete. If Your Highness participates in the written test, you must be extremely careful."

Ru Haoran understood Mr. Sansheng's concerns, "Sir, can you not let His Highness participate?"

"No!"

"Your Highness, your participation in the literary examination is related to the fate of the Qin Dynasty. How can it be treated as a joke?"

Hearing the two's voices, Ye Daosheng smiled and said, "Sir, Master, in fact, I don't need the innate purple energy to take the literary examination."

"That's perfect." Mr. Sansheng said, and a scroll appeared in his palm when he raised his hand. "Your Highness, this scroll is a treasure of Confucianism and Taoism. Back then, Wen Shengdao Tianru wanted to get it."

"I also got this scroll by chance."

Ye Daosheng took the ancient scroll handed to him by Mr. Sansheng. It was just a roll of rotten animal skin. It felt dry and prickly to the touch. Perhaps it was too old and had begun to roll up.

He slowly opened the scroll and quickly browsed through the contents. This was a scroll of martial arts without a name, but it was recorded in beautiful poetry.

For a moment, he was completely immersed in the contents of the scroll and fell into meditation. Suddenly, his body was shining with golden light, and a vast purple aura swept over him. A divine dragon emerged under the nine heavens.

Auspicious clouds appear in thousands of miles and strange phenomena appear in tens of thousands of miles.

Suddenly, the spiritual energy gathered and transformed into a giant dragon, swooping down and sinking into Ye Daosheng's body.

Mr. Sansheng and Ru Haoran looked at Ye Daosheng in amazement. They were completely unsettled. The teacher's voice trembled, "Sir... this is..."

"Master, the righteousness of Confucianism in my body is surging like crazy, and it's about to break through."

Mr. Sansheng's pupils dilated. "Me too. I have cultivated for fifty years without any progress. Now the shackles are broken and success has come naturally. All this is because of Your Highness."

"Confucianism is astonishing and unprecedented."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them fell into a breakthrough...

Ye Daosheng found that the animal skin scroll in his hand appeared in the mysterious space in his mind and flew into the door of the study. After a long time, a golden scroll flew out with a shining divine light and landed in front of him.

This is.......